I love everything about this. Watch it first and then read.
I love the music, Zen granny with her giant sunglasses, the indifferent dog, the giant boom box, the composition, the rule of thirds. I love the consignment shop velvet painting on the white door, the placement of the mop, the bag of bags on the doorknob.
Then the boy absent-mindedly hands granny a beer and joins the routine effortlessly and seamlessly. Is he holding a Leatherman vs. the girl’s sword? Even better.
I don’t want this to end. It’s like a surrealist painting come to life. Thank you, Internet.